Pickles R Us

Sarah is a very giving kid. She met her new teacher Monday, who happens to be very pregnant, and decided that she wanted to get Mrs. Stacy a baby gift.

"Mommy! We have to give her something!"

So she started digging through all the old baby toys we have stashed (and that we really need to get rid of) and had a display ready for me when I got home. I vetoed all of them - they weren't all that appropriate - and told her we'd go buy something.

It ain't easy buying a baby gift for 1) someone you don't know at all. I haven't met the teacher yet - Pete went with Sarah that day; 2) you don't know what they've gotten already; and 3) when you don't know the sex of the baby.

At first I thought we would go to Wally Mart, but I really didn't want deal with the craziness that is Wally Mart. So after work Tuesday, I took her to Babies R Us to pick out a stuffed animal.

We parked close to one of the expectant mother spaces and Sarah saw this:



Sarah: Mommy, why do they have a PICKLE sign?
Me: A pickle sign?
Sarah: See? There?








You have to admit, it does look like the Vlasic Pickle stork.